And alas the day has come,
when worlds crash, collide.
When the happiest day of someone's life merges with someone else's nightmare.
When someone hears of someone's death,
while another hears his baby's first cry.
When someone hears that they have passed their exams with highest honors,
while another has heard that they have failed.
When someone celebrats their 30th anniversary, going strong
while another, is in court, signing their divorce papers.
Is this life?
This drastic contrast?
This black and white?
This sunshine and rain?
Is it normal
for worlds to collide?
And these emotions?
To effervesce differently, yet be present,
in the same world,
the same existence.
And, apparently this is life,
When your mind and heart will be playing a tug of war,
and you sit,
you sit and realize it's your choice.
It's your choice to visualize what you want to see. It's your choice to just stay in the sunshine, ignoring the rain.
It's your choice to just stare at that white and don't look back at that black.
So this is what they meant,
when they told us to look at the cup, half full.
Even when you're grieving the half that is gone, half is still there.
It's the choice.
It's the choice to chose how we look at our lives, the good and the bad.
How we smile in our happiness,
and find strength in our sadness.
How we laugh when we hear something funny,
and hold those tears
when the sadness stings our hearts.
It's our choice.
Our choice to be those optimisms
who just look at the glass as half full.
And who know,
Even if the glass isn't half full,
even if it's only a quarter, or even a tenth, full
it will still, to some degree, be full.
And that it'll get better.
It will get fuller.
that it will get better.
It will fill up.
No one's glass
is constantly full...